‘what if heaven doesnt let me in’

tears run down my cheeks

as i run from my present

you see,

my love is just love.

and the knot in my throat tightens

as i do when the topic is brought up in conversation

knowing the worst is yet to come.

and i want to stand up

and fight back

and say

listen, my love is just love.

i can’t help but love.

it’s not an illness, it’s not to be cured, it’s not wrong. it’s just love.

please stop picking at my edges

and crossing the borders of where my respect starts

i will never cross yours

but i will make damn sure you get out of mine

and i will

fight back.